Mother s a word meant to be held sacred and cherished as the one who so bares such a title, the giber of life, the beholder of care and protection from the moment our hearts beat till we are born. and further still. My mother whom i care for greatly was lost from me mentally when i was but a young pup, she is home now, but still not completely the same woman she once was..but one thing remains the same her love
and devotion to her children.

This is a pastel sketch i made for her on her birthday September 16th. she is 51. thank you for giving me as much as you could even if you weren't completely there. i know your heart always was.